Dante Commedia Inf. VII: 1-8'Pape Satàn, Pape Satàn, aleppe!'/ Thus Plutus with his clucking voice began/ And that benignant Sage, who all things knew,Said to encourage me: “Let not thy fear/ Harm thee; for any power that he may have/ Shall not prevent thy going down this cliffThen he turned round to that bloated lip/ And said: “Be silent, thou accursed wolf;